RIP

Well this morning I woke up to the phone ringing , all I heard in the background was my father say "oh no" as he heard the phone. As my father answered I could hear that something was terribly wrong. I walked out of my room (8:45 a.m) and I went to the table , my father was already off the phone at this point. I sat down and looked at my mother , I saw the tears rolling down her face like a steady stream. Uncle Denis was not yet dead , but he wasn't waking up. My mother looked at me , I started crying, I know at this point (11:00 a.m) he must right at the death point, he's not waking up..There's not much time left. As I think about that one day I realize what he had said to me before leaving , "I love you, I know I dont show it much and I dont tell you much, but its true. Your wonderful. I love you Jenna". The moment he said those words to me a year ago was the last time I saw him.

--Jenna--